Stormy PoeticJustice
Madness
The clearest sign of love
is madness.
Case in point:
Me, standing here,
looking to you for some
glance,
some gesture that
(even if by chance)
tells me that you know
of my love’s existence.
I’m fantasizing about the
taste of your lips.
But I’m too old
for this shit,
so I dial down the crazy and say
“OK, sure”, when you say
that you will
walk me to my car.
Me planning our future
together
despite the fact that we have
never
been on a “real” date.
I imagine myself ‘wife’
and think
about our future life.
I’d cook your
favorite meals
and rub the hands you use
to heal the sick
and the broken.
We’ll live in a modest house
(with one dog and two cats)
where we’ll create a home
filled with the
laughter of children
and the love of friends.
But I’m trying to dial down
the crazy,
so I attempt a light smile
instead
of a Cheshire grin when
you say,
“I’ll see you later”.
Shit!
When is later?
Me barely being able to tolerate
your presence but desiring
every minute of your time.
You’ve got me writing
balcony scenes
in my mind with
me as Romeo and
you, the fair Juliet,
holding my very heart
in your hands.
Me allowing myself to be
so exposed
knowing that where you
go, I will go.
You hug me good-bye and
I hold on
just a little too long –
drinking in
your scent and
memorizing the curves
of your body and how they
fit perfectly with mine.
And finally, I just give in to
the crazy
because, well
the clearest sign of love is
madness.
30 July 2010